Away, my needless fears,
And doubts no longer mine;
A ray of heavenly light appears,
A messenger divine.
Thrice comfortable hope,
That calms my troubled breast;
My Father's hand prepares the cup
And what he wills is best.
If what I wish is good,
And suits the will divine,
By earth and hell in vain withstood,
I know it shall be mine.
Still let them counsel take
To frustrate his decree;
They cannot keep a blessing back,
By heaven designed for me.
Here, then, I doubt no more;
But in his pleasure rest
Whose wisdom, love, and truth, and power,
Engage to make me blest.
--Charles Wesley.